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Ballad Lyric Poems | Lyric Poems About Ballad

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NO MAN STANDS ALONE - The Ballad of Barney Ross

CHORUS
No man stands alone
in the street, the ring or the combat zone
some lay in the gutter
some sit on a throne
but no man stands alone

At the age of fourteen 
he had a dream
to become a rabbi 
Chicago 1924
then his dad was killed by men
who tried to rob the family store
his brothers and sisters were sent away
to an orphanage where they would stay
and though his faith was blown away
he vowed to bring them home someday

To God and man revenge he swore
he walked with gamblers, 
hoods and whores
he fit right in 
then on a whim
he walked into a boxing gym
he fought Canzoneri in ‘33
for the lightweight title victory
he made up with God 
and finally
he could reclaim his family

Those McLarnon fights 
were the stuff of lore
the only man 
to ever put him on the floor
he won two out of three, 
then in the Armstrong bout
he nearly died 
but was never knocked out
then in 1941
the Japanese pulled a sneaky one
so he joined the marines 
and he got a gun
and he sailed into the rising sun

On Guadalcanal, 
he fought so brave
overmatched like old King Dave
he put twenty attackers 
in an early grave
for the one marine 
whose life he saved
in a hospital bed 
for months and days
they kept him in a morphine haze
then sent him home 
strung out and beat
to the pushers on the mean, mean street

Hollywood was very keen
to put his story on the silver screen
but they focused on the drug abuse
he tried to sue 
but what’s the use?
Barney Ross was brave and strong
they couldn’t keep him down for long
his rabbi said that he must try
to be a model Jew in the public eye

but from the public eye he slipped
like a phantom radar blip
they say he hunted Nazi criminals
and he ran some guns to Israel

Barney Ross was brave and strong
I thought that he deserved a song
he did some bad
he did some good
and he saved the world
the best he could


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The Ballad Of Heretical Appliances Pt.1

Late one mornin', I was layin',
the sofa makin' me sore;
the fridge was hummin' nastily,
leakin' all over the floor,
while the fan noisily disturbed
dust motes of all kinds;
Sunlight was busy peakin' through
my carefully closed blinds.
I, then, started sneezin' with
horrid strength far too often.
At first at a loss for what
got me wheezin' 'n coughin',
it suddenly dawned on me,
it was my soul tryin' to escape.
So, I knew what I really needed:
a fresh roll of maskin' tape.
But, those connivin' appliances
were conspirin' against me,
for some reason, aidin' my spirit's
traitorous attempt to flee;
as I arose from the sofa, an
unholy fit made my chest tight,
dust blew into my eyes, robbin'
me of righteous sight.
Yet, like some noble saint,
I struggled ever on;
the sole, uncarin' witness was 
the curious mornin' Sun.
Sufferin' from watchful heat
and fan-blown blindness,
made my way to the kitchen,
thankin' it's cool, linoleum kindness,
only to slip on it's tiles,
where the fridge's water'd settled.
Like Peter, my near-martyrdom
was ass-over-tea-kettled.
Resurrectin' myself, resentin' now,
the Sun's greedy gaze all mornin',
My sightlessness was lifted
to the chorus of robins singin'.


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The Ballad Of Heretical Appliances Pt.2

My head still ringin' with
the effects of concussion,
while,the fridge hummed to
the fan's whirlin' percussion.
Though, my sneezin' fit had
finally, apparently passed,
I couldn't risk this threat of
fan, fridge, and soul amassed.
With a great, dire caution,
I walked so eloquently
to the kitchen drawers, then,
ripped through them, reverently,
found the roll of sticky paper
my salvation sorely needed;
kept my back to the Sun,
as it's distant attention grew heated.
I tore off seven pieces for
my mouth, ears, nostrils, and eyes,
sealed 'em tight against,
what could only be Satan's lies.
Havin' achieved this most
burnin' of any goal,
that bein' the denial of
the flight of my eternal soul,
I parted the blinds to hurl
a muffled curse at the sky,
and the Sun in it's cozy
seat, up there on high:
"You good fer nuthin' giant lightbulb,
what've you got to fear?
Quit yer silent gawkin',
I coulda used yer help down here!".
I, of course, waited the
accepted forty minutes, forty seconds,
before tearin' off the tape
and startin' the admonissions,
quotin' scripture to the fridge 'n fan,
knowin' they'd see their sin,
I, then, shouted in victory,
"To Hell with you soul, I win!".


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The Ballad Of Dan Lowe

Chorus:                River pronounced Key-yip-pa-ha

Keya Paha River
Keya Paha River
Keya Paha River
The home of Dan Lowe's dream.

Narration:

When a cowboy's day is over,
And the campfire's burning bright,
We can see Dan sit and wonder,
What will spoil his sleep tonight.

Will a stampede caused by lightening,
Cracking high above their heads,
Rout him from his bed roll,
To run the race with death?

Or will the night be peaceful,
With the cattle singing low,
And Whip-poor Wills calling,
To the Mocking birds below?

Dreaming of his sweetheart,
And days that are to come,
Of the pretty little ranch,
They will settle on and run.

Down by the old Keya Paha,
With the rolling hills of green,
Where the springs are soft and gentle,
The winters hard and mean.

In summer how they sweat and slave,
To get in winter feed,
And stand by helplessly and watch,
Fire work it's deadly deed.

With calving time and branding time,
When northers fiercely blow,
They stand and watch together,
As their family starts to grow.

Then suddenly it happened,
That dreaded thundering sound,
We scrambled from our bed rolls,
And raced for higher ground.

Cut off from our horses,
It was our only chance,
I made a leap and hung on tight,
The herd was coming fast.

Flashing horns! Flying hooves!
Hot breath and eyes that glare,
Choking dust, frightened screams,
The smell of sweaty hair.

Quickly, it was over,
And stunned we gathered there,
Tom and Joe, Dick and Bill,
With thoughts we didn't dare.

When we all had wandered in,
We each knew at a glance,
The dream that we had listened to,
Would never come to pass.

It is a mystery how it happened,
And why it took Dan Lowe,
But each of us hold in our heart,
A dream that turned to gold.

When a cowboy's day is over,
And the campfire's burning bright,
We can see Dan sit and wonder,
What will spoil his sleep tonight.

Chorus:

                      Cile Beer

written l975


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Birthday Ballad

Where ever you are dear
May love and condolences appear
I can see you're damaged child
Through the freight of the night 
The empty plates
The search for a soul mate
Here's to your smile
Often I wonder 
How you will survive the night
It bothers me 
But you carry on
Endlessy, alone

In time 
I learned to hold my head
And morph into a man 
Back against the wind 
Nothing to offer
As the person that I am 
We stand, hand in hand
Trying to reminisce
On the happy thoughts 
But there's no fairy dust 
For this peter pan 

I'm thankful 
For the days 
That I am missed
The urgency that
That my life 
Has suddenly kissed
I'll make it
I always do 
And If I do not
Then I guess 
I went with in the night

"My expired where abouts"